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/ curious pls 

@disspatched ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ꨄ︎ 
            i  —  i can’t.  i don’t  —  what am i supposed to do  ?! 

the others are in route.

@foxfires 
            
            “ determination is a good thing to have but it shouldn’t cost you to act so foolish .  regardless  ,  there’s no need to thank me—  i couldn’t possibly leave a donna bellissima such as yourself so defenseless .  ”

@italianprides ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ꨄ︎ 
            “  i —  i could’ve caught him  —  i was so close  !  i couldn’t just give up  !  but,  it’s fine,  i’m fine.  and thank you.  ”

@foxfires 
            
            “ gesù cristo..  still doesn’t erase the fact you were being completely reckless  ,  if not for my hamon you could’ve been hurt worse .  ”

@bloodofmalk ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ꨄ︎ 
            just … checking it out.  i think i saw a familiar face come in,  that’s all. 

you should really get control then.  someone could’ve gotten hurt—-  y̲o͟u͟ could’ve gotten more seriously hurt.    [ the woman crosses her arms loosely over her chest,  watching the other. ]    you can’t just hope for the best all the time.  

@greengoree ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ꨄ︎ 
            there was like an eighty percent chance nothing would’ve happened.  [  the girl sighs,  brushing long strands of pink out of her face.  she tongued her cheek,  picking out debris from her palms instead of looking at the older.  ]  i’m not in complete control yet so,  it was a hail mary of sorts. 

you didn’t think anything would happen?  are you sure? 

@mystikais ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ꨄ︎ 
            [  the fluffy ears on devon’s head flick towards the noise as she stills.  her brows furrow in concentration,  searching for the noise and trying to figure out what it is.  ]  what is it  ?  i thought this place was abandoned  ?

@musicsghost ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ꨄ︎ 
            ⠀ ⠀ her arms are tight around her,  desperate and afraid that maia might leave her again.  sobs rack her body,  but the girls lean on each other,  hold each other,  just like every other day they’ve spent together.  
            ⠀ ⠀ devon pulls away slightly from the hug,  a hand cupping maia’s cheek.  she was cold  —  freezing,  but she was here.  the fox’s face contorted in confusion,  eyes moving across her face as if making sure it was her maia.  gently,  through sobs,  devon says,  “ maia,  i missed you. so,  so much.  i am so,  so sorry i did this to you. ”
            ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ devon feels herself catch her breath,  she feels the weight of the last two months  —  all the grief and loneliness and  / guilt /  lift off her chest.  her world isn’t so dark anymore,  her light is back. “ how are you here ?  what  —  what happened  ?  are you okay  ? ”

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ even when she originally objected, maia can’t help but melt into the hug. her arms wrap around devon’s waist, her head finds itself buried into her neck, and she weeps. it’s almost comparable to devon’s cries that night, except it’s not in anguish—- it’s tears of joy.
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀ “i’m here,”  she finally croaks after a long moment of soaking devon’s dark hair with salty tears. she may be dead, her heart may not beat, but her body will be (even more) damned if she can’t cry. her left hand moves to hold the back of devon’s head, as if she were truly never wanting to let the girl go, and she moves to finally look at her. it hadn’t even been three months since she’d died, yet all maia wanted to do was look devon in the face and memorize every inch of it. devon had been the light at the end of the tunnel for maia, even in childhood. that wasn’t going to change in death, either.
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀ “i missed you so much, dev. i didn’t know if i was really back, or in some fucking hell cell. i just know that.. i wasn’t anywhere i knew, and it took a long time to get here, but i’m here. i don’t know if i’m here to stay for good, but i don’t want to think about that right now.”  at least in death she’s still a yapper.

@musicsghost ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ꨄ︎ 
            ⠀ ⠀ [  devon stared at the ghost of her best friend,  a hand flying to cover her mouth.  she felt the tears on her cheeks before she realized they formed,  falling as her breath failed her.  ]  ma  —  maia.  
            ⠀ ⠀ [  that was all she could say now,  and it was all she could say then,  when she found her.  ignoring her words,  devon took cautious steps towards her,  not because she was afraid  —  god,  she could never be afraid of the girl she was practically raised with.  no,  she was afraid this wasn’t real.  that this was some fucked up thing her brain did to cope.  devon threw her arms around maia in hopes she could hug her once more.  ]  you’re  —  oh my fucking god,  maia.  you’re here.  it’s you  —  you’re here. 

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ [she finally opens her eyes for the first time, and she offers a very sleepy smile.]  you’ve always been my biggest supporter, you know that? the biggest one i’ve ever had, and i ought to thank you for that.  [maia moves a hand to move a piece of hair from her face, yawning as she does so.]  you’re also fantastic, you know that? i’ve never seen anyone dance like you.

@musicsghost ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ꨄ︎ 
            ⠀ ⠀ [  now,  it’s devon’s turn to shift around,  taking advantage of the space maia made and laying down besides her.  she turns on her side,  facing maia.  ]  you’re going to be  / fantastic /,  maia  !  you  / are /  fantastic  !  you’ve worked so hard for this and you’re so talented,  you’re going to do amazing  ! 

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ [maia finally shifts, but it is not to get up. if anything, it’s to give the girl space in her own bed.]  ‘m sorry, i didn’t mean to keep you up. i just—- i wanted to get it /perfect/, you know? ‘s my first real show tonight, i don’ wanna mess it up.